I have three small groups of friends. These are close friends, dear to my heart, but ask any one of them what faith means, and their answers will be distinctly different.

The first group sees miracles, God’s hand, in everyday things. He reveals Himself in a hibiscus flower grown into the shape of the cross. Shadows on ancient stone floors become faces of the dead. They get shivers or a deep sense of peace. It is a comforting and heartening belief.

Another group sees rules: fasting on Holy Days, confession before communion. They go to church every week, some of them every day, and urge their children to set examples, to express dismay if their friends stray. They believe this is their duty.

The third group of friends have either lost their faith or are drifting in that direction. They are disillusioned with organized religion and perhaps this is why their beliefs are fluid. They see each situation as unique: what’s wrong in one case may be right in another. They have accepted their children’s decision to live with a significant other because love and commitment are their bottom line. They believe in live and let live. Continue reading

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Writer’s Roadhouse is that wooden table in your favorite place where you meet your friends. The cold beer, the slaps on the back, the circle of smiles as you pull out a chair and sit down. Each Tuesday you’ll find a writing topic, a question, and an open discussion on the craft and process of writing. The subjects will be pulled from a question you ask or something I’ve puzzled over myself. The idea is to gather advice and debate technique, but we won’t get far if you don’t join in.

If inspiration strikes I’ll also blog on Fridays, but these will be more about life than writing.